Drifting Pollen

Arena Chat Thread

I'm curious about the Arena.

@Kraven

Wonderful! *cracks knuckles*

How are the RPs here done?

@Kraven

Two characters enter, one character leaves.

What type of RPs are conducted?

@Kraven

We've got a pretty good variety... there's fights to the death, fights to maul your opponent so badly they might as well be dead, fights to fight someone just for the sake of fighting, and tournaments.

It's an arena. Should be obvious, no?

Arena Chat Thread

I can understand why emotions usually wouldn't show up in a fight. From second to second, a character's focus would be on what was happening rather than what it meant to them personally. Besides, most veterans would have trained themselves to suppress their fear and uncontrollable anger, since those might hinder them in battle.

That said, you can get some pretty cool moments if you let the personal side of things slip in. I remember doing one fight where the two characters were hitting on each other during combat. They flirted, drew closer, and eventually ended up kissing- which one fighter used as a distraction to knee the other in the stomach and then floor them. The two had another meeting later on, which quickly turned into a violent grudge match fueled by anger over the first fight, and ended up being even more fun than the original.

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Just curious. Has anyone accepted a fight against that character?

@Skallagrim

I accepted a 2v2 against him and another character once... but we needed a fourth person, and nobody joined. Kentucky Tom rides alone again...

I'm mostly caught up on other stuff. Let my battles commence after work!

@ImportantNobody

Bring it on :)

Anyone play overwatch? Competitive is so annoying.

@ImportantNobody

I play it occasionally, though I avoid competitive entirely. Too much salt, not enough fun.

Arena Chat Thread

Mom's getting a lot better. I can really for real start roleplaying again pretty soon.
On a side note, I don't recall ever seeing this pokemon before in my entire life: bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Leavan..
Like...wat? Does no enemy trainer ever use it? I'm at a loss.

@ImportantNobody

Nice to hear that you'll be around again!

As for the pokemon, it's apparently an evolution (which tend to be seen less often) from gen V (black/white). If you didn't play those games that much, you may have just missed it.

Also worth noting is that this is pokemon 542- and the number has only grown since then. As the number of pokemon grows, the harder it becomes to remember them all, and so it could be that you've seen it, but simply never remembered it (it is a fairly generic leaf pokemon by the look of it).

Arena Chat Thread

I don't know how to text fight. I am looking for someone to teach me

@Skallagrim

Well it's quite a complex and technical skill to master, but these examples should teach you most of what you need to know.

Example of a great fight

Drifting Pollen: I punch you and you die.

Whoever is fighting Drifting Pollen: Oh shit I'm dead. GG WP.

Judge: Pollen is best fighter all internet.

Example of a bad fight

Drifting Pollen: I punch you and you die.

Whoever is fighting Drifting Pollen: wait but

Judge: DISQUALIFIED! Drifting Pollen wins!

Over

Maeve- 3
Gris- 4
Geko- 4
Cade- 5
Rikka- 5

@DoughGuy

+1 to Maeve

Maeve- 4
Gris- 4
Geko- 4
Cade- 5
Rikka- 5

The Invincible Girl versus an Old Snake

The girl's joints were stretched and twisted almost to breaking point- but no matter how hard the enormous lizard strained and yanked, they would not move any further. Vol's beady eyes gleamed with excitement. Incredible! This human was not protected by skin or clothing, she was simply unbreakable, inside and out.

It was clear that, strong as he was, brute force at close range wasn't going to work here. He needed to regroup, change his tactics, figure out a way around this seemingly impenetrable defense. And stop her from kicking him as well.

The first two kicks landed hard on his scaly snout, forcing him to open his jaws and release Vincy's other leg. The sharp teeth parted, and he hissed like a snake as her foot fell away from his mouth, slightly coated in saliva. However, he still had a hold on her head. Pushing through the dull pain and gathering his might, Vol swung her around and moved to hurl her with devastating force into the nearest building.

He doubted, now, that the impact would hurt her much. But he only sought to slow her down, buying him time to call on his stranger talents. Raw strength was not his only trick by any means, and this was an opponent he could unleash his true power against!

Over

Jim Dancer kicked open the door and clapped his hands.

"All right, everyone out! AMRO orders, nobody comes back 'till I say so!"

The shout resounded through the bridge, and sent technicians scurrying as the towering Asylum strode forwards, heading directly for the man who seemed to be in charge. "You the captain? I want neither the crew nor any of those Bloodline prats coming near us, got it?"

The man's eyes widened in fright, but he stood firm. "Is something wrong? If there's a threat, I should alert the passengers immediately-"

Dancer cut him off with a wave. "Nothing's the matter, just a security inspection. AMRO wants to make sure we don't get any morons trying something. I won't take long, and you can have your ship back afterwards..." His eyes narrowed. "So long as nobody gets in my way."

With a quick nod, the captain scampered off to join his fellows. Perhaps there were doubts left in his mind, but you didn't argue with an Asylum- particularly not one who looked like he could crush your skull with one hand.

Withing seconds, the room was clear, and Dancer breathed out, glancing around as if searching for something. A moment later, Maya Song appeared out of thin air in front of him. That was more polite than usual.

Dancer scowled. Try as he might, he still had trouble tracking her when she went invisible. Can't scare the fuckers too much. They were pissing their pants already, and the Bloodlines'd notice if they panicked.

Nice to know you have some sense of responsibility. Song turned around, her eyes sweeping over the bridge. I'm not picking up anything yet.

Has to be one in here, they wouldn't just miss the bridge. You blow a hole in the side of the ship, the damn thing can take minutes or hours to sink, and everyone on board gets a lifeboat or a helicopter to bail them out. But if you take out the controls- the ship can't steer away from hazards. Can't radio for help. Can't stop all the passengers from panicking. Add an EMP to that and you've got a fucking deathtrap.

And how is it that you're suddenly an expert on maritime explosive placement?

You don't do mercenary work for as long as I did without blowing up a few boats. Now come on, do your bloody Sniffer thing and get this over with.

With a barely audible hmph, Maya looked around, taking in her surroundings. There weren't many places one could hide an explosive, up here. Open space, well-lit, and all the monitors and switches were mostly built into the room, difficult to take apart and stick something inside. A few laptops and coffee mugs had been left behind, but nothing evident as a hiding place. Nothing could be ruled out, of course, but it was most likely to be somewhere out of sight and relatively easy to access...

The chairs. Check the chairs for stitches.

Dancer gave her a silent nod, quickly moving towards the nearest one. They were good seats, well-cushioned for those who would be stuck in them for hours. Easy enough for someone to slit open some of that cushioning and slide a device in, behind too much padding to easily feel.

He leaned in, looking carefully over the soft black surface which still bore the imprint of some sailor's ass. His hand swept over it, feeling for any unevenness. Then the back, then the headrest. Then onto the next chair, where after a few seconds he stopped, and gestured at Song. She threw him a knife, which he caught with one hand, and carefully cut into the chair, slicing through the almost invisible line of stitches where the faux-leather had been cut open and repaired. With the incision made, he slowly stuck his fingers in, and pulled apart the edges, peering inside.

It's small. Not an explosive device. This better not be a fucking neurotoxin...

There was a sudden click in front of him, followed by a slow hiss. The two Asylums glanced at each other. No need for any mental communication here, they both knew what this meant.

Song pulled up the collar of her coat, covering her mouth and nose while squeezing her eyes shut, while Dancer muttered to himself, and incantation to protect his insides against whatever the bomb had just released. But this was no mere airborne toxin.

Well, that was unexpected. Any idea what this-

"Song?"

We shouldn't talk, you never know who might be-

"Song, I want you to know... I've always hated you less than I should."

That hit her hard. Too hard. Her eyes grew watery as she stammered, surprised. "Dancer, I... is that really how you feel about me?"

"Damn it, I'm fucking sorry, but I just can't help it! From the moment I set my goddamn eyes on you, I just couldn't hate you like I despise all the other dumb fucks who call themselves alchemists. They're all bastards, and you're a bitch too- but less of a bitch than you could be." He breathed in, steadying himself. "And if this all ends here... or wherever this all ends... I just want you to know that those stupid missions we did, all the bullshit we dealt with together, even working with the shitheads at AMRO... it was almost worth it, just to work with you. Almost."

"Oh, Jim!" Song mumbled through her tears, "I... I hate you too. After all we've been through, you still can't pay me a... fucking compliment!"

"I'm not sorry."

Sobbing, they fell into each other's arms, and tried to strangle each other.

The Invincible Girl versus an Old Snake

I didn't design her with the consideration that she could possibly die, but it would be interesting to see what it would take. Maybe slipping on a banana peel does her in. XD

@ImportantNobody

Your choice. Vol is smart enough to give up if absolutely nothing works, but there's a good few methods he has yet to try... so we'll see how it pans out.

The Invincible Girl versus an Old Snake

This time, Vol Lok Ra was ready for failure. He had seen, even felt Vincy's toughness firsthand during his last two attacks, and had doubted it would be so easy to pierce what was looking more and more like an unbreakable defense. Still, he had to try, and now he understood his opponent just a little more. Both blunt and piercing trauma had no effect on her, and that meant he could probably rule out cutting as well. Hm. Something different, then.

It was starting to become quite interesting, figuring out whether the girl had weaknesses, but she wasn't just letting him attack her all day. Her legs swung up, kicking out at his chin from below.

A human, seeing such an attack coming, might try to move their chin out of the way, and indeed Vol would have done so in human form. Right now, however, he was a gigantic lizard, and his reaction was the opposite. He moved his chin down, tucking it and cocking his head to bite at her legs with his massive jaws as they came in.

One of Vincy's feet would land a glancing hit on Vol's jawbone, provoking a muffled grunt from him- her strength was pretty impressive as well. Her other foot, however, would be caught between Vol's sharp teeth, which clamped down hard, holding her leg in place. The shapeshifter knew by now that even his mighty bite couldn't do much damage to her leg- but how well did she stretch?

He moved his head to the right, and his arm to the left, pulling Vincy's leg one way and her head the other. One eye gazed balefully at her body as he did so, watching to see what would happen- would she elongate? Break in two? He knew he couldn't just flee this battle now, his curiosity was overtaking him. One way or another, Vol would find a way to make her die.